Surge

Five chimes and the monsters are in the sky. Tally grabs my arm, lavender eyes wide. We’re both terrified, but our determination to live pulls us up, makes us run. 

The bells’ echoes die as we go deep underground, bodies packing into darkened tunnels, scurrying like mice. I stumble as someone plows into me, and Tally shoves them back. She won't let me fall.

We find a hole, press in tight, and wrap the linen ‘round our faces. The poison will come soon, the monsters trying to flush us out.

Clasping hands, we hold our breath and survive.


Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were chime, linen, and plough (plow). Photo by Hazel Aksoy on Unsplash